electronic handheld

Spanish Illuminati Secrets

la pila = battery (small)

la batería = battery (large)

A pila is what you use for handheld electronics, like AA or AAA batteries.

A batería is the kind of thing you’d see as pretty much anything bigger than a C battery, like a big old flashlight battery, a radio battery, or a car battery, or bigger. If it’s almost as big as your palm or bigger, it is a batería

And in music la batería is a “drum”, and in some cases “drummer” though I think el/la baterista is more common

take this burden - part 32

(I had to post this again because the first one wasn’t working on mobile.)


[ seven - rainbow kitten surprise ]


mentions of sexual abuse


Right before three, Julio has stopped the music again, opting for something softer.

‘Closing time, open all the doors and let you put into the world.’

The crowd protested weakly, making their way to the door or to the bar to close their tabs or take them up on that one last call for alcohol

‘Closing time, turn all of the lights off over every boy and every girl.’

He Tian, Mo Guan Shan, and Jian Yi met by the door. Zhengxi had to go back to the bar for his things.

‘You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.’
They all managed to sneak out before they were roped into helping close.

Zhengxi and Jian Yi followed He Tian and Mo Guan Shan home and sang their way into the apartment.

‘I know who I want to take me home.’

‘‘I need to go to my place and feed my fish.’ He Tian told him, stopping in front of his door.

‘You have a fish?’

‘His name is dumpling. Jian Yi gave him to me as a present so I wouldn’t be alone but couldn’t be trusted to take care of anything that needed any more attention or effort. Thinking about now, I’m thinking it might have been more of a stab at my competence than a gift…’

Mo Guan Shan laughed.

‘Ah, yes, the good old passive aggression fish.’

‘Do you want me to come over after?’

‘You know I do.’

He Tian let himself into his dark, cold, apartment.

He flicked the light on.

Dumpling stared at him from the bookcase.

He experienced a sudden jolt of unexpected guilt.

Damn it.
He showered quickly, brushed his teeth, changed into comfortable clothes and stood in front of the fish as it silently judged him.

‘Don’t look at me like that, buddy. I didn’t ask for this responsibility.’

The fish didn’t respond.

He sprinkled some unnecessarily expensive flakes of food into his bowl.

‘Am I supposed to leave a light on for you? Or the tv?’

Dumpling swam in circles around the bowl, eating quickly and ignoring He Tian.

‘Look, I don’t know how to properly nurture a fish emotionally, alright-’

His phone went off in his pocket.

He Tian’s that is.

Fish are sadly lacking in both pockets and handheld electronics.

‘Is your fish in a bowl or a tank?’

‘Bowl. Why?’

‘You should bring him with you.’

‘You want me to bring my fish?’

‘See above message.’

‘Alright, crazy.’

He Tian grabbed his phone charger, keys, and fishbowl and headed down the hall, nearly running into a man he’d never seen as he left the apartment next door.

He looked He Tian up and down, taking in his disheveled hair, fish, pajama pants, and lack of shoes.

The man said nothing.

‘You a friend of Mandy’s?’

‘Her boyfriend.’

‘Nice. Tell her she still has my lemon zester.’

‘I…will do that.’

He Tian winked and continued on his way, leaving the young man confused on the doorstep.

It it actually Zhengxi’s lemon zester and He Tian was the one that had it.

He’d just thought it would make for an interesting conversation.

Something along the lines of-

‘I met your neighbor in the hall. He was wearing pajamas and carrying a fish. He said you have his lemon zester.’

He let himself into the other apartment.

The three men watched him as he crossed the living room, sat Dumpling down on the table, grabbed a drink from the fridge, and joined them.

‘It’s going to be a damn zoo in here by the time the dog comes back.’

Jian Yi rolled his eyes.

‘A dog, a cat, and a goldfish. We should advertise for the world’s most boring zoo.’

‘Don’t forget He Tian.’

The man accused of being an attraction covered his heart and gasped.

‘Xixi, you wound me.’

Zhengxi blushed.

‘Xixi?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘That’s what Jian Yi called called him when they were kids, Zhan Xixi.’

‘Why do you tell people that?’ Zhengxi asked Jian Yi, taking a drink.

‘Because it’s funny.’

‘Shut up.’ Zhengxi grumbled.

Mo Guan Shan laughed.

‘I think it’s sweet.’

They talked for awhile.

They all gave Mo Guan Shan bits and pieces of interesting trivia about the bar.

Jian Yi told him that the first picture on the kissing was was of Zhengxi and himself.

He Tian told him about the gun they kept behind the bar, and the other in his desk drawer.

‘Christ, is it really that dangerous here?’ He’d asked incredulously.

‘It certainly can be.’ Zhengxi confirmed.

‘Fremont attracts a certain crowd.’

‘It’s like Frenchman street vs. Bourbon street in New Orleans.’ Jian Yi explained.

‘I’ve never been to New Orleans.’ Mo Guan Shan admitted.

‘Well, that was my only comparison.’

He Tian chuckled.

‘It was a really bad one. Just stick with me and I’ll teach you everything you need to know.’

Zhengxi cleared his throat.

Jian Yi raised his eyebrows.

He Tian waved his hand dismissively.

‘They can be useful.’

‘I, for one, think you’re all pretty damn heroic.’

Mo Guan Shan told them, sincerity clear on his face.

Jian Yi smiled.

Zhengxi flushed.

He Tian’s heart stuttered.

‘Well, now I feel like a dick.’ He joked.

‘You ARE a dick.’ Zhengxi informed him.

He Tian raised his drink in either agreement or surrender.

Mo Guan Shan loved the fact that they could talk like that and keep the atmosphere light and teasing.

He’d never had friends like this.

He’d had the kind of friends that would come over after work or school, drink a few, play some videogames and barely talk.

As they got older everyone coupled up, leaving them all with less and less time together, save for the occasional ‘guys night’ or double date.

It clearly wasn’t like that with these three.

He Tian didn’t seem like a third wheel.

They clearly had their own, unique, friendships and all needed each other in different ways.

It was endearing and, quite frankly, beautiful.

Content, he half-listened as they recounted stories about the bar, about their friends, about how things had changed over the last few years.

He thought back on what Jian Yi had said a few days ago.

About waiting for a final puzzle piece.

He wondered if he still thought that.

He wondered if He Tian felt that way too.

He finished his drink, hit with a sudden wave of exhaustion and apparently wasn’t the only one.

Jian Yi, sat up stretching his arms above his head.

‘I’m going to crash. Mo Guan Shan, come let me check you out real quick.’

He Tian and Zhengxi watched them go.

They closed the door behind them and Zhengxi laughed softly.

‘I wouldn’t mind watching that.’

‘I’d pay money to watch that.’ He Tian raised.

Mo Guan Shan followed Jian Yi into the sparsely decorated room and pulled his shirt over his head.

‘Everything is looking good. How’s your pain level?’

‘I’m still a little sore, but it’s not too bad.’

Jian Yi poked and prodded at his ribs, his cheek, his lip.

Lastly, he checked the scars on his thigh, nodding his approval.

‘Take the cream with you. Put it on once a day and they’ll keep fading. They’ll never go away completely, but they’re already looking better.’

‘Thanks, Jian Yi.’

‘Of course. Go get some sleep.’

Jian Yi looked like he had something to say, but stayed silent and Mo Guan Shan was grateful.

He didn’t think he had it in him to do any more talking tonight.

They said their goodnights and Mo Guan Shan left the room.

‘I’m going to go follow his example. It’s been a long day.’ He told He Tian and Zhengxi.

‘I’ll be right behind you.’ He Tian told him with a smile.

Zhengxi snorted a laugh.

Mo Guan Shan winked, opening the door slowly, making sure the cat wasn’t going to bolt.

It was unnecessary considering he was still under the dresser.

He Tian sighed.

‘So…what’s with the fish?’ Zhengxi asked.

‘That’s Dumpling.’

‘…I’m almost positive that’s a fish.’

‘Dumpling is his name.’

‘That’s a stupid name.’

‘Shut up.’

‘Right. So why is Dumpling here?’

‘Mo Guan Shan told me I should bring him over.’

‘Any particular reason?’

‘I’m sure, but I don’t know what it is.’

‘Story of my life, friend.’


Mo Guan Shan lowered himself to the floor and reached under the dresser in an attempt to pet Felix but was met with a hiss.

‘Stop being so dramatic.’

He took a longer shower than normal, easing the tap slowly until the water was as hot as he could stand it and let it beat down on his back as he lathered the washcloth with soap.

He ran his fingers over his hips and pelvis, he felt He Tian’s dried saliva reliquify and wash away.

Leaning his head back, closing his eyes and wetting his hair, he thought back to the look on He Tian’s face when he finally cracked.

The way he’d looked at him like he’d never wanted anything more.

The way he’d tightened his fingers painfully on his hip.

The way his tongue had felt as it dipped into the crease of his thigh.

The way he’d gotten so, SO, close to…

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and the the scene he was playing back in his head twisted.

He was back in that apartment, bent over the side of the bed, held down by one of She Li’s friends with a man he’d never met behind him.

The man moved, none too gently, and reached underneath him to touch him the way he was touching himself now as Mo Guan Shan sobbed quietly into the mattress.

His eyes snapped open and he yanked his hand away, his erection long gone.


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All about Hideki Ishigami

Below is a list of everything I know about my husbando Hideki Ishigami. I have compiled this info for imnatalieann who is currently working hard to create character profiles of all the MSB guys as a reference for fic writers, RPers, and fans. 

I’m sure I’ve forgotten some things, and will add info as necessary. Special thanks to fellow police waifus chiapeto, shiki86ai, tufi7 , kana-ichiyanagi and yuuki-ichigo for reviewing and adding to this list! If anyone else would like to add to this project, please let us know, any help would be appreciated. Thanks!

Name: 石神秀樹 (Ishigami Hideki)
According to gaile32 ’s post on MSB name meanings, 石 means “stone” or “rock”. 神 means “god,” “mind” or “soul”. 秀 means “beauty,” “excel,” “outstanding,” “prominent,” “distinguished” or “surpass.” 樹 means “tree”. So literally his name means “stone god excel tree”.

Age: 31 (HLITF)
Height: 6’1 (MSB), 6’ (HLITF)
Weight: 160 lbs. (MSB), 144 lbs. (HLITF)
Blood Type: A (MSB)
Occupation: Deputy Inspector (MSB), Captain (HLITF)
Specialty: Information Gathering (MSB), Information Analysis (HLITF)

Nicknames: Cyborg, spy, ninja, demon

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one thousand two hundred & fifteen
unremembered reincarnations screaming
obscenities from my mitochondrial DNA

as I, large rodent in this post-nuclear age,
shovel twinkies in my mouth
blame every unfounded fear
on a past life I never lived
while thumbing semantic contagions
on my handheld
electronic egomaniacal device–
plotting rogue data points & leaving
them open to extrapolation

one thousand two hundred & fifteen
unremembered reincarnations transmitting
warnings from my mitochondrial DNA

as I hold the tarantula in my hand
& ask pigeons for directions having
lost my gps signal
the ability to read
the earth’s magnetic field
due to an addiction to the chunky
global culture soup of human misery

one thousand two hundred & fifteen
unremembered reincarnations whispering
their secrets to themselves
in my mitochondrial DNA

as I greet my last sunset
with both fists in the air
walk towards the river
with a pocket full of stones
to skip
while not praying to all your gods
that never believed in me
but hoping that they grant me
the ignorance of oblivion
rather than the sentience of fire